Alpha muscle master here to control you

When I was a kid I dreamed of having superhero powers. Maybe that’s one of the reasons I became such an alpha muscle master? You have to admit, I look fucking hot in a skin-tight suit. Wearing something like that isn’t what gives me the powers I have, though.

When I say “powers”, I really mean it. I can walk into a room and immediately know who I can control just by the way they look at me. You’d be surprised how many masculine men become like putty in my hands when I start giving them orders. Maybe it’s some unknown pheromone I give off, or perhaps it’s just the size of me that makes them feel so weak and inferior, willing to do whatever I say? Whatever it is, I don’t have to work too hard to have them kneeling before me and drooling with delight as I perform just for them.

As I reveal more of my body and get closer to them they become more and more entrapped, under my secret spell. I can tell them to do anything and they’ll comply, and if they refuse I just need to slide down my shorts a little and show some of my massive muscle cock and they instantly obey, desperate for more.

Depending on the guy I can usually push them all the way. You wouldn’t believe how many men are willing to suck an alpha muscle master like me for the first time in their lives after just ten minutes of watching my powerful oiled physique in action. If I want to fuck them, I usually can, but it’s more fun to make them submit in stages, to get the entirely under my control, begging for more and desperate to touch, taste and be overpowered.

If you think you could refuse me, you’re deluded. You have no idea of the men I’ve already conquered.